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Monday, 22 December 2014

Clare Dargin has a hot Christmas story for you! If you like smoking hot servicemen and saucy menage, this book wont disappoint.Check out her new book Merry "Chris"Mas below and pre-order your copy today!

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[Ménage Amour: Erotic Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, HEA]

Jilly Reimers wants love but can't find it. Chris Spinell is
a veteran of the war in Afghanistan who suffers from PTSD and a haunting
feeling that something is missing in his life. Chris Poole is also an
Afghanistan war veteran is ready to break out of his shell but is unsure how.

With Christmas just around the corner, they decide not to
spend it alone. Believing The Love Play Matchmaking Service to be just what
they need for a night of fun and passion, they sign up. But when the guys show
up and see that they've been set up on a menage, the only one happy about it is
Jilly.

Their consultant, called an Eros, assures Jilly that the
service has a perfect track record but she's certain they'll be the first ones
to get their money back. Will they have a very merry Christmas? Or will the
three spend yet another one alone?

A Siren Erotic Romance

Excerpt

Jilly idly twirled a lock of her hair as she gazed at the
fire. The meal was good, a bit awkward, but all right. Now with Chris S. in the
shower, she and Chris P., who’d freshened up after her, sat beside her. She
hoped she’d get a chance to know him a little better, now that they were alone.

Unlike Chris S., Chris P. was quiet, more reserved. His warm
smile could melt ice. They’d spoken a bit about his life in Australia and how
he met the other Chris when they were on Diego Garcia, a tiny atoll in the
Pacific. It was there he garnered a better perspective on life, friendships and
love. She reasoned that war tended to do that to a person.

She looked at him again, admiring what she saw. He was
gorgeous. If only she were a femme fatale like her friends. She pictured
grabbing him by the scruff of his collar and planting a long seductive kiss on
his pouty lips. Anything to ease the tension between her legs and the moisture
dripping from her swollen pussy.

Golden and sun-kissed like a surfer, he had a look
impossible to have around this time of year in Michigan, unless he spent
countless hours in a tanning booth. But at the same time he didn’t look like
the type who’d go to one. He seemed too rugged. She glanced at his short, flaxen
hair, which he wore pulled back in a stubby tail. It accentuated his keen
facial features. His physique, like that of a gladiator, made her want to
whimper. Built like a brick wall without being too thick, he was three
words—supple, etched, steel. And his Australian accent added to his raw
sexiness.

Whereas Chris S. was the perfect picture type of the
all-American, boy-next-door type, with light brown hair and sandy-colored tips
and eyes so blue they looked like the color of tropical water. He reminded her
of the high school captain of the football team who’d gone into the military
and become a man, except he had a sensitive edge that permeated his being.
While Chris P., who looked like he could take on a few guys at once, was more
lighthearted and outgoing.

Either way, she knew she hit the jackpot because both guys
were like something out of a magazine called Hot Guys “R” Us. They were a
perfect ten. It was best Christmas gift anyone could have ever given her. She
hoped a Chris Sandwich was definitely on the menu for the night. But how to get
past the talking stage, she had no clue. She wondered if all of her Love Play’s
match ups started like this.

Wearing some leggings and a cami, and he a T-shirt and
shorts, she suddenly felt overdressed. The art of seduction was not something
they taught in any of the schools she’d attended, and she sure as hell never
picked up any pointers from her so-called “friends.” And her exes never gave
her any encouragement in that department either.

This date should have come with instructions. I think I’m in
trouble.

She let out a long sigh.

“Did you say something?” Chris P. asked, stirring from his
long silence.

“I was just thinking how beautiful this place is,” she lied.
What? How lame is that?

“It is. I’ve never been to a place quite like this.”

“Love Play has quite a reputation.”

“You’ve used it before?” He perked up, facing her.

Heat burned her cheeks. “No. It’s what I heard from some of
their clients.”

“So have you been married?” he asked.

“No.”

“Neither have I. Never found anyone to get serious with,” he
said, shrugging. “I don’t know. Maybe cupid’s arrow doesn’t work on me.”

“For me they’re defective. Or maybe his aim is bad,” she
said, trying to suppress the memory of her ex-boyfriend.

“What do you mean?”

“My relationships, they never work out.” She shrugged her
shoulders. “For whatever reason, they seem to choose my friends over me. Or it
ends up that way once we get together.”

He shook his head. “Nah. They were bad blokes from the
start. Believe me. I know. I’ve been around those types my entire life. The
randier they are, the worse they will be. If a man wants you, he’ll stay.” His
tone was soft, almost vulnerable.

Again, her face flushed. She imagined it turning its
characteristic red when the blood rushed to her cheeks.

“Yes. But according to the guidelines, you would have either
had to be open to it or requested it too. Right?”

He chuckled. “I see he also got the smart I asked for. Yes,
I am open to a ménage.” His expression became serious. “Do you think me odd?”

“No. I’m glad we share that desire.”

ADULT EXCERPT

Chris S. slipped her undies over her round hips. They slid
down her baby-like skin, exposing her shaved mound. More blood flowed to his
dick, making whimper.

“God,” he said, fighting tears.

Through gritted his teeth and clenched his eyes, he forced
himself to maintain control. It was getting to be damn near impossible.
Everything about her was fucking outstanding. Lips, breasts, skin and pussy. He
was ready to fill her pussy with his thick, hard dick.

He slid his finger into the folds of her wet interior. The
thin crease surrounded by supple labia oozed moisture from her tight and tiny
hole. He slid a finger inside her hole, and her taut muscles quivered at his
touch.

“You want it?” he asked.

She moaned “yes” before being silenced by the other Chris’s
mouth. He inched her legs apart. Moving in just right, he tasted her.
Explosions went off in his brain. She was pure, simple, clean and honeyed. He
wanted to mark her as his own. Delving his tongue in and out of her tight hole,
he held her still, allowing her juices to saturate his mouth.

Lifting her legs, he opened her wider, curling her upward,
burying his face in her mound. His breaths increased as his heart rate grew
frantic. His hard dick, standing at full scale attention, threatened to bust a
nut if he didn’t stop.

Pulling away, he set her down gently. “Got to go get a
condom.”

The other Chris looked up, his eyes equally as dazed as he
felt.

She swallowed, seeming breathless. “My bag, by the wall.”

The time for being cool had passed. Quicker than he’d wanted
and less suave, he dashed toward it, finally seeing the stash. Grabbing the
entire lot, along with a bottle of lubricating gel, he opened the box and
pulled out two, handing one to Chris and keeping the other for himself. Setting
it aside, he removed his shorts, exposing his aching dick to the room’s cool
air. He grimaced as he slid the latex over his shaft. It hurt with a pain that
would only be relieved by what Jilly had to offer. He squeezed the gel, which
had the scent of strawberries, onto his palm. He fisted his hand and soaked his
condom-wrapped rod with the smooth, thick liquid. The mere pressure of his hand
gave him some relief, albeit short.

“Me first,” he said, climbing onto the bed.

Calming himself, he lay down beside her and turned her on
her side. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her close. He spread her legs
apart as she tilted her pelvis back. She melded her body to his. There was so
much of her he wanted, not only her body, but her soul, mind, and yes, even her
heart.

He took a hand and placed himself at her entrance. Slowly he
pushed inside. He grunted and made himself hold back, lest he spill at that
moment.

She was so tight. No doubt about it. This was going to be a
short run. Inch by inch, he slid inside of her, stopping at the root. His balls
drew in tight. He shifted her close and moved in and out slowly. Each movement
became stronger as his control slipped. He needed the release, the kind that
would give his aching balls sweet relief. Back and forth his hips moved inside
her. She wriggled and moaned in response. Their mouths met briefly, tongues
swirling, causing his stomach and heart to flutter. He increased his thrusts.
Finding his target, she keened her delight.

“Yes,” she moaned. “Don’t stop.”

She pushed her ass toward him.

“Baby, I’m going to come.”

“Come, honey. Come.”

He grunted, harder and harder. Sliding his hand down to her
hard clit, he rubbed it as his panting increased. Pressure built up behind his
eyes, his mind went blank as everything in the world seemed to fall away. He
couldn’t stop. Harder and harder he pushed, holding her firm and tight.

With light speed, he cried out, “God!” His hips bucked
upward while cum poured out of him.

Slightly dizzy, he held onto her before letting her go. “Are
you all right?”

Her kiss eased the butterflies threatening to kill the
moment. Sliding out of her, he sighed, relieved. He gazed into her eyes.
Instantly he felt the completed connection he’d sensed along. She was the one.
And he saw that she felt it too.

* * * *

Jilly recovered her breath as Chris P. gathered her up into
his arms. His musky scent was so spicy and inviting. She buried her face in the
crook between his shoulder and neck. She was ready.

“On your back,” he said, holding her.

She nodded.

“Tell me if I’m hurting you,” he said, whispering in her
ear.

From her tall Adonis, she was ready to receive all he gave
her. Trust welled up within her heart. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her.

Placing her on back like she weighed nothing but a feather,
he positioned himself on top of her. A lock of his blond hair obscured his
face. She opened her legs. She felt his solid, round tip prod her hole.
Panting, he pushed inside of her, his raw strength causing her pussy to clench.
Each muscle spasmed to accommodate his thick and meaty cock. She cried out
along with him. He braced himself.

Clare Dargin is an author of Science Fiction and Romance and
has been writing stories all of her life before being published in 2007. She’s
a great fan of the two genres and loves promoting them.

An educator by profession, she possesses a Bachelor’s Degree
in English from a major mid-western university. She presently resides in the
Midwest and she hopes to expand her writings to include non-fiction, historical
romance, and contemporary novels.

Tuesday, 16 December 2014

Keep reading for saucy excerpts and find out a little about the author.

From the moment that Taryn Michaels
runs into her new landlord, Evan Connolly, on the stairwell, she is dangerously
attracted to him. She's starting her career as a veterinarian at the Los
Angeles Zoo and isn't looking for any complications. The more she gets to know
him though, the more she realizes that he might be worth the risk.

Evan Connolly has moved back to
L.A. to pursue his lifelong passion for growing exotic orchids. When he buys a
florist shop, building and all, he gets far more than he bargained for when it
comes with a gorgeous, feisty tenant. As the sparks fly between them, he's
finding her more and more difficult to resist.

When they finally give into
temptation, it quickly develops into something deeper. As the truth of Taryn's
past comes back to haunt them, will Evan be able to break down the walls she's
built around her heart? Will she let him?

Her eyes never leaving his, she reached to the zipper under
her arm and drew it down. Sliding the straps of the dress off her shoulders,
she pushed the dress slowly down her body until it fell to the floor. Stepping
out of it, she kicked it aside. She stood before him now in a black strapless
bra, matching thong, fishnet thigh highs, and heels.

Her breathing was rapid as she waited for him to speak.
Finally he said, “I don’t even have words…”

Reaching out, she grabbed the buckle of his belt and pulled
him toward her. Repeating her earlier request, she said, “Touch me, Evan.”

Quickly closing the remaining space between them, he lowered
his mouth to hers. The kiss started out gentle, but quickly grew out of
control. He nipped sharply at her lower lip, then stroked his tongue over it to
soothe. His hand slid up her rib cage to cup her breast, squeezing it. Taryn
sighed against his lips and pressed herself into his palm, clutching his
shoulders.

He slid his arms behind her back and deftly unclasped her
bra. When he leaned back, his eyes were heavy lidded as he took in the sight of
her bare breasts. On a groan, he leaned down to take one tight peak into his
mouth. She was unable to look away as he flicked his tongue against it. The
sight of her nipple disappearing between his lips and the sure strokes of his
tongue were almost too much to bear.

When he grazed his teeth over her nipple, she cried out.
Feeling his teeth nip at her more sharply, she moaned his name. After a few
moments, he moved to her other breast and gave it the same treatment. She was
almost incoherent with want now, her nails digging into his shoulders.

The hand cupping her other breast drifted lower, his
fingertips brushing gently over her thighs. When his fingers shifted the crotch
of her soaked thong aside, he groaned against her breast. His fingers teased
the bare outer lips of her pussy.

He released her from his mouth and said, “Fuck, Princess.
You’re so wet. Is this all for me?”

Taryn pressed herself shamelessly against his hand and said,
“Yes. It’s all for you.”

She almost gave a sigh of relief when he slid a finger
between her wet folds and stroked it over her clit. Tilting her head back, she
let out a soft whimper as she flexed her hips and pressed against him. She felt
that familiar tension start to bloom low in her belly, and was surprised when
he tilted her chin down to say, “Look at me, Princess. I want to see.”

She looked at him, for the first time uncertain. His voice
thick with desire, he swept his thumb over her lower lip and said, “I want to see
you come for me.”

She sucked in a ragged breath as he continued to slowly rub
tight circles against her. Working her hips against his hand, she felt the
tension build to an almost unbearable level. Still, she hovered right there at
the edge.

Maybe he sensed that she needed the extra push because a
moment later he slid his hand further into her panties and pressed two fingers
inside her. He fucked her with them as he ground his palm against her aching
clit.

“Oh. Oh, god. That’s it,” she moaned. Seconds later, she
came apart, shuddering and crying out, as she bucked against his hand in
release.

He continued to slide his fingers into her until she stopped
rocking against him. Watching her, he slid his fingers out of her panties and
said, “That was so sexy.”

Still panting, she said, “My legs are jittery now.”

She picked one of her legs up to slide off her heels and saw
him shake his head. Grinning wolfishly, he said, “I’m going to need you to
leave those on.”

Moving forward, he swept her into his arms and carried her
toward his bedroom. She clutched onto him dizzily as he walked into the
bedroom. He set her on the center of his bed.

She propped herself up on her elbows, watching him as he
shed the rest of his clothing. Sporting a massive erection, he crawled on the
bed toward her like a predator stalking its prey. His eyes flared as his body
slid over hers. He took her mouth again, as he trailed his fingers lightly
across her skin.

She shifted underneath him, feeling the beginnings of
arousal again. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing to her, because he
shifted his thigh slightly to hold her in place. Breaking away from her mouth,
he nibbled a line along her jaw.

Lifting his head, he said, “You’re so responsive.”

She grinned at him and then said, “You’ve got talented
hands.”

Evan took his time working his way down her body, nipping
and sucking until she was writhing underneath him. By the time he had reached
her navel, her arousal was at fever pitch again.

He propped himself up on an elbow and said, “Lift your hips
up. I don’t think you’ll be needing these anymore.” He gestured to her panties.

She complied, lifting her hips. He slid her panties down and
over the heels of her shoes. Tossing them aside, he moved further down her body
until he was eye level with her pussy. Sighing, he said, “On second thought,
let’s take off the shoes so you don’t stab me with them.”

Turning around, he removed one shoe, and then the other.
Resettling between her thighs, he turned his head, placing kisses against her
thighs. Each time his warm mouth settled on her, it was pure torture.

Taryn pressed her hips up, desperate to feel his mouth on
her aching core. Finally, he worked his way up to her pussy. He licked the
wetness away from the outside but didn’t give her what she desperately needed.

Panting, she begged, “Please. Don’t tease me anymore.”

His gaze flicked up to hers and must have seen the
desperation on her face because he leaned back down, and parted her folds with
his fingers. He swiped his tongue over her, sucking and flicking her clit with
the tip of his tongue. When he slid two fingers into her and curled them
upward, she cried out in relief.

General Excerpt:

As she started up the second flight of stairs, she let out a
surprised yelp. Quickly dodging a box as it rolled down the stairs toward her,
she turned to watch as it broke apart at the bottom of the landing with a
thunk.

“Shit! I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” a worried voice asked
from the top of the stairs.

“Yeah. I think whatever was in that box probably isn’t
though,” Taryn said, turning back toward the voice at the top of the stairs.

He wore a pair of faded jeans that were torn in several
places and a snug black T-shirt. His lower jaw was covered in dark stubble. His
black hair was short and messy, as if someone had been running their hands
through it. His eyes looked almost black in the dim light of the hallway. He
was in his mid-thirties, Taryn decided. He was the very definition of sin.

Suddenly, aware she had been staring, she asked, “So, uh.
Why are you throwing boxes down the stairs at me?”

Tall, dark, and sexy gave her an all-out grin now and said,
“Hey now. I didn’t throw it so much as it fell.”

Dear Jesus. That voice. It was deep and smooth. A sexy face,
a ridiculous body, and that voice, too? She couldn’t look away as he descended
the stairs and stopped in front of her.

Reaching out, he extended his hand and said, “Evan Connolly.
I bought the building.”

Taking his hand and giving it a firm shake, she said, “Taryn
Michaels. Your tenant.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“You, too. I’m gonna head on up so you can can go ahead and
finish throwing your things down the stairs,” Taryn said, grinning.

“Yeah,” he said, smiling good naturedly as he ran a hand
through his messy hair. “I’m not likely to live that down, am I?”

“Probably not any time soon,” she said, stepping around him.
“Have a good night.”

As she moved toward her apartment door, she thought, Well.
This was certainly an interesting development.

An hour later, Taryn had showered and changed. She was
applying a coat of mascara when she heard a knock on the door. Putting the
mascara wand back in the tube, she moved back through the bedroom.

“Hang on,” she shouted as she moved toward the door.

When she opened it, her sister Cora stood on the other side
of the door. All but tackling her, she squealed, “Tare, you’re a vet now!”

Grinning, Taryn said, “I am!”

Taryn pulled her inside and said, “Help me lace up the back
of this shirt. When I bought it, I didn’t think about the dynamics of trying to
put it on without help.”

Turning around, she presented Cora with the back of her red
corset top.

Rolling her eyes, Taryn moved toward the bathroom, saying,
“Lemme mascara and then we can leave.”

Ten minutes later, they walked across the street. Darla’s
was a little hole in the wall place. Darla, an older heavy-set woman, had been
behind the bar the few times that Taryn had gone in. It was low key and close
to home. In deference to the fact it was technically her celebration, the girls
from work had let her pick the place.

As they walked in the door, she immediately spotted Serena
from administration sitting at a table with Mindy, one of the other
veterinarians on staff. Serena immediately jumped up and said, “You’re official
now! Congrats, honey.”

Taryn was immediately pulled into hugs, then gifted with a
tiara and a martini. She took a sip of a martini, placed the tiara on her head,
then introduced Cora.

Over the next few hours, several people stopped by the bar
to congratulate Taryn. Even her new boss, Mike, had showed up for a while. He’d
congratulated her on finishing her internship and reminded her that now she,
too, would know the joy of telling the intern to shovel the poop from the
rhinoceros cage.

Everyone had wanted to buy her a drink. After the fourth
one, she’d started giving them to her sister and had switched to water. At
5’3”, Taryn was a light-weight to say the least.

It was after midnight when they finally walked back across
the street to Taryn’s apartment. She wasn’t particularly drunk, but she was
definitely feeling relaxed. As they turned to walk up the second flight of
stairs, Taryn ran directly into a wall of warm, male chest.

Looking up, she saw Evan. Reaching out, she grabbed his
shoulders to steady herself, then felt his hands settle on her hips. Feeling
the warmth of his fingertips against small swath of skin between where her top
ended and her jeans started, awareness coursing through her veins. She watched
him now as he slowly appraised her, taking in the corset top and dark-washed
jeans.

His hands flexed against her hips as he released her and
stepped back. Even though they no longer touched, she could still feel the
electricity arc between them.

Looking him over, Cora grinned and said, “Definitely easier
on the eyes than Mrs. Weatherly.”

When neither party responded, she continued, “Well, I’m
going to go inside and make another drink while you two stand out here on the
landing and eye fuck each other.”

Giving a little wave, she wobbled up the stairs.

About the Author:

Michelle Roth is a novelist from Los Angeles, California.
When she’s not disappearing into foreign lands, or making two perfect strangers
that she invented fall in love, she’s probably curled up somewhere with a glass
of wine and a good book.

In her spare time she is typically hanging out with her
awesome boyfriend and their two equally awesome cats. She likes taking road
trips to nowhere in particular, cooking elaborate meals then making other
people do the dishes, and being nerdy on the internet. Her books are currently
available on http://www.bookstrand.com/michelle-roth